BEIJING -- Such a long flight from Atlanta to Beijing. They told us it was 14 hours but who really knows? It felt more like 24.
The Heat's chartered jetliner -- 130 people strong -- left Atlanta around 7 p.m. on Sunday and we arrived at 9:30 p.m. Monday. I have no idea where that day went? Maybe the Arctic Circle absorbed it as we passed over the top of the world.
So about that flight. I was seated behind the dance team, which seemed pretty cool at the beginning of the but then quickly became a problem when it was time to quiet down. I'm only kidding...As for the players, they were seated at the front of the plane, so it's not like I was playing cards with LeBron or anything. I was told by someone in that part of the plane that LeBron was being a little cranky, so it's probably best that stayed put in the back.
Movies I watched: 1. Prometheus, terrible. A plot like Swiss cheese. 2. Breakfast at Tiffany's, always awesome.
Books I read: 200 pages of Mailer's The Executioner's Song.
Each player got to bring two friends, so I chatted with Maverick Carter for about 15 minutes. He told me about his excellent skills on a bike. He once rode 100 miles without stopping.
OK, that's all for now. Going to sleep. I only slept about an hour so I could be nice and fresh in the morning for the trip to the Great Wall. Also, the players ate all the fish on the plane, so I'm going to bed hungry.